As Pel reaches for Sina, the hunter curls his hands around Sina's throat and jaw, ready to snap her neck at the slightest motion, smiling up at Pel over Sina's shoulder. Another glyph of neutralisation taps into their mana as it forms beneath them, Pryderi's looking grim beneath the blood trailing from nose to his chin. Another motion and he casts paralyse on Pel; before he had resisted out of some sense of concern for using such a spell on an expectant mother, now he has no such concerns. The other hunter is approaching with knife in hand, reaching for Pel's staff with the other
"Stand down, if you want your friend to live," Aithne calls out. "Dorral is very precise. He could render her unable to walk, or unable to live. Ciara, now, she can make a knife sink in with hardly any feeling at all, or leave you screaming. Her mother is a great healer; they've a talent for reading the body."
Beyond Aithne, two more archers have their arrows aimed at Pel.
Herian's arms are twisted behind her, her head a little foggy from the blows delivered, when the Keeper takes hold of the arrow protruding from her back and forces it forward so the tip bursts out through the other side. Herian's yelll of pain is brief and strangled, surprise letting it tear from her throat before she shuts it down. Neasa breaks off the arrow head and leaves the snapped shaft in the wound. A nod to the archers indicates the shem'len is to be dealt with, as she walks towards Aithne and Pryderi. Herian's is held fast as Kelvyn lurches before her, and strikes her in the gut and and the head one, twice, three times before his hands close around her throat.
"Alive, Kelvyn," she reminds him, not looking over her shoulder. "You can see to retribution once you are healed."
Kelvyn's hands stay closed until Herian loses consciousness. Neasa reaches Aithne's side just as the lead hunter finishes speaking to Pel.
CW (more intense) violence, threats, ref to torture & deliberate infliction of permanent paralysis
"Stand down, if you want your friend to live," Aithne calls out. "Dorral is very precise. He could render her unable to walk, or unable to live. Ciara, now, she can make a knife sink in with hardly any feeling at all, or leave you screaming. Her mother is a great healer; they've a talent for reading the body."
Beyond Aithne, two more archers have their arrows aimed at Pel.
Herian's arms are twisted behind her, her head a little foggy from the blows delivered, when the Keeper takes hold of the arrow protruding from her back and forces it forward so the tip bursts out through the other side. Herian's yelll of pain is brief and strangled, surprise letting it tear from her throat before she shuts it down. Neasa breaks off the arrow head and leaves the snapped shaft in the wound. A nod to the archers indicates the shem'len is to be dealt with, as she walks towards Aithne and Pryderi. Herian's is held fast as Kelvyn lurches before her, and strikes her in the gut and and the head one, twice, three times before his hands close around her throat.
"Alive, Kelvyn," she reminds him, not looking over her shoulder. "You can see to retribution once you are healed."
Kelvyn's hands stay closed until Herian loses consciousness. Neasa reaches Aithne's side just as the lead hunter finishes speaking to Pel.
"Are you ready to comply?"